Henderson's POV
When I step into the main floor of the packhouse, every pair of eyes turns toward me. My bright yellow blouse catches the light, making me impossible to ignore among the sea of dark clothing the pack members seem to favor. I square my shoulders and embrace it. This is exactly who I am.
"Good morning," I call out as I pass a group of warriors near the staircase.
"Morning, Luna," they respond in unison, their voices respectful but cautious.
Percy is nowhere to be seen, though I expected as much. Yesterday brought chaos with the attack on his territory, and then he discovered his mate. I know he promised to find me today, but his absence tells me everything I need to know about how busy he must be handling pack business.
